THE OTHER STEAWBBRRY.

Western Star, Issue 1116, 15 January 1887, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE OTHER STEAWBBRRY.

An officer who was patrolling Mullet Street the other day (savs The Detroit Free Press) saw a crowd of people at a corner, and he hastened his steps to discover a man sitting on the ground with his back to a tree, While a score of women and boys surrounded him. When the officer made inquiries as to what had happened, a short, stout woman with her sleeves rolled up confronted him and replied : “ He’s my husband. He’s a good-for-nothing, lazy-bones of a man, and we’ve had a row.” “ What about ?’’ “ Well, I’ve had to support him by washing for the last year, and he’d been humble enough up to a week ago. Then he took fifty cents of my money and went to a fortune-teller. She told him that I would die very soon, and that he would marry a strawberry blonde with $50,000 in cash.” “§75,000, my dear,” sighed the man on the grass.

“ STou shut up ! He came home stepping high and feeling smart, and half an hour ago he had the cheek to tell me that I stood in his road. In fact, he wanted to know when I was going so die ! ” “ I merely inquired,” groaned the husband.

“And I merely left my suds and went into him,” she continued. “It was a pretty even thing in the house, but when I gut out where I could swing my right I gave him a couple below the belt and tied him up. Strawberry blonde —$75,000 —second marriage—humph ! I’m his strawberry ! When I get through with him I’ll make that fortune-teller see strawberries for the rest of her born days ! ” “ Well, be gentle,” cautioned the officer, as he passed on, “Oh ! I won't hurt nobody for nothing,” she replied; and as the officer passed on she lifted the man to his feet and banged him up the steps and into the house in a doubleentry style of book-keeping that rattled the shingles.